After spending the evening frolicking around the coffee houses and smoking multiple cigarettes, it dawned on me that I haven't made anyone's lives miserable in a few days. Such thoughts caused me to not randomly spout off my important catch phrases of 'Yay' or 'Bang' or make a funny face and stick my tongue out when someone I socialize with appeared in my favorite stalking locations! Between drags on my ever lasting smoke, I racked my ego driven brain for a new way to torment you all. After consulting with a few of my fellow yes men and insufferable allies, I came up with my next great idea.

I present to you, LOST Angeles. Yay, Bang, double YAY and BANG!

The following rules must be abided by at all times, or I'll be forced to do something. Please don't make me do anything, mmk?!

• Lost Angeles is a free for all town, until you hit the age of 11 days. Upon 11 Days you may purchase a HQ. Once you purchase this HQ, You will be declared a rogue by the Overlord, that's me! Waves of hitters will fly to Lost Angeles in hopes of getting another notch on their belts. Once you're dead, everyone will go back to doing fuck all until the next lucky contestant tries his or her luck
• Anyone named Bod, The Silk Glove, PeterPertits, or whomever else is welcome to join Lost Angeles. I already know when you breathe, take a piss, or spit in the wind, so you're not getting over on me by trying to hide out here. Be open and honest, as I'm just going to kill you for shits and giggles anyways. YAY
• When you fuck up, or even if you don't fuck up, but I decide that you fucked up, DoctorBoom will will invite a new bullshit virus to wipe you all out. You may or may not be told what the virus is. Just be happy he comes out of his coma long enough to ramble about it.
• Any and all CAs must be approved by me, as I can't have anyone make money without my stubby little fingers getting a profit. I keep track of everyone that has ever happened, so adding your two CAs to my data base of useless info will only make me happier. If you play nice, I might let you keep a dollar or two from your profits.
• Rae The Bae, puppet leader of my city New York will provide you with all the start up cash you need. Just try to find her before she turns into a drunken mess around 6am every morning.
• Back to my 11 day rule. BANG. I'm still going to shoot you in the face, because pew pew is what I do. YAY. But as a potential addendum to this rule, If I really like you, and I know you'll be my puppet too...You might get to live past 11 days
• Once you join Lost Angeles, you can't leave. This is the golden rule. If you leave, well, BANG.

There you have it, my next great idea has come to life. After the latest Las Vegas experience, I'm sure this one will go down in the annals of history as another glorious SpikeS_ idea that will praised until the sun and moons stop orbiting around me.

Now please excuse me, I have to go make funny faces at people once again.

Tillmo gives a one-man thunderous applause.

This speech was exeedingly entertaining for me. Thank you. 

Hahaaaaa!

Tillmo walks around the streets clapping his hands in people's faces as they walk by.

clap-clap-clap-clap---clap-clap!

Los Angeles is destined to be LOST my friend, you've got that right.

Just try to find her before she turns into a drunken mess around 6am every morning.

Be careful, she'll take that as a compliment. 

Oh, this tickles me.  I do hope there are lots and lots of takers.  I feel like this can provide so much entertainment.  And I enjoy a good show.   No way would I ever set foot in Lost Angeles again, but I will enjoy watching from afar.  

Brilliant plan.  

Are there some bleachers set up nearby, but still outside the city, where I can safely watch?  I really don't like blood, but this might be worth a little nausea.  

polishes his guns

John stood in disbelief as he watched a couple of no name schmucks insult real gangsters by trying to parody them in some way. Did these idiots honestly not have more to do with their life than sit around on street corners acting like fools? 

Wonder when their concrete shoes are going to be fitted? John mumbled to himself as he walked away. 

Im sad that this is the state of these streets. Someone should do something...

After taking a second glance Googlez clears his throat

It looks like someone did do something about it. Wonderful.